Don't Dead, Open Inside || Action

[postocular]

Who: Carl Grimes, a bunch of zombies, and you
Broadcast: kinda?
Action: Waystation
When: Right now


(( ooc: This is a blanket content warning for blood/gore/death. So! There are zombies ahead and you’ve found yourself on the waystation! You have two options: evacuate, or fight them off. Things of note to remember: Being bitten or scratched are the easiest ways for infection. We don’t suggest being eaten. Magic will be hit or miss depending on player preference/discretion. Characters who become zombies will be treated as in-character deaths. Standard rules apply! The event will last a total of 24 hours. Have fun, and enjoy all the undead things. If there are any questions or anything at all, feel free to pm this journal or hit me up at skorozima. ))

[ The Fleet has been floating along its predetermined path for the past few days, getting further and further away from the Yadrolla System and toward unknown territory. Along the way, those oh-so convenient waystations continue to pop up at their usual intervals. Identical in every way to every other, boring waystation. Neat, right? There are even some of those familiar orange-skinned aliens and some human travelers milling about and generally minding their own business. It’s a good place to stretch your legs, get sodas of questionable flavor, and take those nifty new pets for a walk!

Interrupting the general peace of the waystation, a shrill siren starts, and a robotic voice comes over the intercom as well as all communication devices on the station and surrounding spacecraft, repeating a monotone message. ]


ATTENTION. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. LOCKDOWN IMMINENT. ATTENTION. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. CALMLY EVACUATE USING THE NEAREST EXIT. LOCKDOWN IMMINENT..

[ Soon, it becomes apparent to those on the waystation what the emergency is. A gaggle? A murder??? Just.. a lot of undead. They’re not in any particular hurry, shambling and stumbling along.. until they spot what looks like some good eats. That seems to get them excited, arms stretching forward, teeth gnashing, and more growling than any sort of verbal mishmash meant to be words. THEY’RE NOT A WORDY PEOPLE, OKAY?

For those looking to escape, it’s quite easy to outrun them unless you’re not paying attention to your surroundings. Corners can be tough! Just don’t get bit or scratched and all is well, except for their incessant attempts at making you a snack. For those who haven’t come across them before, or have run into some variation of them in another world, they’re resilient up to the point of losing their head or the brain being destroyed. Limbs being broken or missing don’t seem to slow them down, just send them a little off-balance.

All they know is attack and eat.

For those of the fleet still on their ships, they gravitate around the waystation, seemingly not wanting to go anywhere. There is a short window of time from the emergency alert to the entire waystation going on lockdown. Those wishing to help evacuate can do so- but they have to be quick!

Once the lockdown is in place, communication ceases with the waystation. All the rest of the fleet can do is sit and wait, and hope for the best. The doors will re-open twenty-four hours later, once it’s clear the situation is handled and they can regroup, count their losses, and wait once again for the perished to rejoin their ranks. ]

Comments

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha keeps an eye on their six, one eye ahead of them, her attention sharp even as she jokes. She keeps her voice low.]

The good news is they don't strategize. They're not smart.

[reconstitution]

That'd be just what we needed- strategist zombies.

[ Because what's better than being anxious? Joking while anxious! ]

[outstandingbalance]

Let's hope we never run into something like that. This is gross enough.

[reconstitution]

We've run into weirder shit on our own, let's not add this to it.

[ Bucky rounds a corner, just in time to see a small pack of zombies come at them with arms extended. He takes out the first one with practiced ease, letting the blade slide into its eye and shoving it off and into the others. ]

Heads up.

[outstandingbalance]

Not much weirder. [She says it dryly, eyes up as she reacts to the new threat. Gun in hand, but relying on the knife if she can.

She doesn't want to bring more of them with gunfire.]

[reconstitution]

Not much, at least they can't wield weapons. [ That would just add another heap of bullshit on that they don't really need.

Bucky makes his way down the hall efficiently, not worrying too much about his six since Natasha is right behind him. Of course, he won't let anything get the jump on her, either. Even if that means throwing his metal arm out to catch teeth or claws for her. ]

Not seeing any survivors isn't doing much for my confidence in this shit..

[outstandingbalance]

Careful there. The arm is metal, but it's awful close to things that aren't.

[The warning betrays her anxiety. She doesn't want to see what happens if one of them gets compromised.

She knows how that plays out.]

They might be holed up somewhere.

[reconstitution]

[ He's not sure how that would go, being bitten. Bucky doesn't want to find out. He merely nods and readjusts his technique to better suit hers. ]

Let's hope.